Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
I Hadn’t Realized How Young We Are
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
-Mary Oliver, "Sometimes"
I hadn’t realized how young we are
As through this field we stroll, your hand in mine
But love has seen us safely through this far
With hearts in time with each other, with eyes that shine
We were young once, and how wonderful to be
Still young in the promises we made
And in our long togetherness thus free
To love as one in this moonlit summer glade
As through this field we stroll, beneath the evening star
I realize how wonderfully young we are
